“If I knew the language enough to know it was a horrible love song with stupid lyrics.”

From the expressive capabilities of the vocalizing or of the sound itself, which allows me to create my own meaning for it, which elevates it into a higher piece of work for me.

I love what I do so I find ways to keep doing what I love. Music is certainly not all that interests me.

Coming to them to listen only to the music is not what people do.

I’ve had to adjust to karaoke as a modern reality that obscures our hunt for what we’re truly after.

Old is unwanted. You don’t find Thais going to the thrift store. They want new clothes. They want the newest cell phone.

I’m not satisfied with the state of humanity.

I hear things my own way and I present them.

My sense of humor keeps me from committing atrocities!

But the live band is now becoming ancient history in Thailand, Cambodia, and Burma.

If I must live on the same planet as Mr and Mrs out of touch, I will do whatever I can to jolt their zombie-ass skulls from the upside-down veal market they hang from.

There hasn’t been a true breakdown or effort to break Thai music into genres.

Sound is inspiring and I can be quite obssessive with certain sounds.

I like traditional music. I listen to a lot of it. There is no particular reason to present these recordings.

They’re not into dicing and slicing everything up.

If you’re somewhat resourceful and perceptive, you’re pretty much going to know what’s going on because human nature is human nature: they understand it, you understand it, and it works.

In terms of perceptions of the culture, most people don’t think about music.

Instead of inflicting these horrible punishments, it would be far more to the point to provide everyone with some means of livelihood, so that nobody’s under the frightful necessity of becoming, first a thief, and then a corpse.

What a horrible loutish planet this is. the dominant species consists of sadistic morons, faces bearing the hideous lineaments of spiritual famine swollen with stupid hate. Hopeless rubbish.

Life is so horrible that one can only bear it by avoiding it. And that can be done by living in the world of art.

I was very good at sitting. But I just read so much research about how horrible sitting is for you. It’s like, it’s really bad. It’s like Paula-Deen-glazed-bacon-doughnut bad. So I now move around as much as possible.

When I was 6 years old, I was in a rock band that was horrible called ‘Dead End.’ The name kind of described us. People liked us; we would go and perform at coffee houses and stuff.

My point is, I don’t see the need to eat animals. I love animals; besides the horrible stuff that’s put in meat, I actually love cuddling with animals and petting them and stuff.

There is so many things wrong horribly wrong in this world but I know with certainty that you are not one of them.

Theater is like boxing – having the audience ringside. It’s instant gratification. Or horrification.